Worse

I’m Peanuts the bunny, and my boyfriend is Doug the wolf. We’re not all that sexually active, probably mostly because of my low libido, but it’s nice to think about how things could go if we were more active, even if I am perfectly happy without it.

This is an alternate (and fantasy) take on meeting up for the first time, with the use of a simple timer to make things way more kinky.

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His car drove up to the station, I could tell only thanks to the number plate. When I saw him, my stereotypical preconceptions were shattered, because he simply wasn’t the overbearing behemoth that the kinky half of me craved.

He looked... remarkably normal actually. I wouldn’t necessarily have called him normal, he had some sort of charm about him, something enticing and intriguing. The meeting up was just as vanilla; we talked, hugged and got in the car. 

“Did you bring it?”, he half-whispered while driving.

I knew exactly what he meant, and I pulled from my pocket a sort of glorified egg-timer. You could set a timer from a second to a day, and it would buzz for a couple of seconds then stop. I set it for a second, then I let it buzz.

“Excellent!”, I could almost hear his smile. “Now did you mean that, or were you just proving that you’ve got it?”

“...both?”. I’m usually pretty timid when it comes to expressing anything remotely kinky, which is why I decided on this buzzing timer; the timer lets me cancel in case I change my mind, the buzzer means something very simple and very powerful. ‘Make it worse’.

“Interesting...”, he muttered, obviously in deep thought. Just the fact that he was thinking of something was enough to start making me hard. I’ll bet he was worked up, too, which just made it even easier to get horny.

He was calm, but firm. “Your underwear”.

I tried to argue, but I wanted this as much as he did. I couldn’t reach the depths of depravity if I couldn’t stand a little brief nudity while no one else can see. I took off my shoes, then my jeans, then my underwear leaving me totally nude minus my shirt, socks and seatbelt

“Nice view!”. I could tell he was seeing me from his rear view mirror. Almost instinctively, I made the timer buzz and stopped it just as quickly. I saw Doug’s confusion for a couple of seconds, but it slowly turned to a slightly devious smile as he understood. I didn’t want compliments, I felt that they made me a little too... equal. There’s another reason, but I’ll explain that later.

I slowly, deliberately, awkwardly and with intense shame, I parted my legs as far as I could with my arms to my sides and my waist pushed forwards. This lasted only a second, but that was enough for it to linger in both of our minds as a clear message that I’m more than willing to suffer humiliation for him.

After I put my jeans and shoes back on, there wasn’t any talking for a while, but eventually he spoke, mostly just trying to start some small talk by the sounds of it. “ “So, you’re still hard?”

I didn’t know where he was going with this, and I didn’t really know how to respond. Of course, I remembered the timer and I couldn’t help but buzz it

Naturally, Doug perked up and started to rummage through his glove box and brought out a spray can with no label. With a devious smile, he passed back the can.

“Spray it on the shaft, only a really quick spray though!”. When he could see me hesitating, he reluctantly explained. “It makes it impossible to cum normally or get soft, and makes any stimulation completely unpleasurable, sometimes painful even, leaving all the pain.”

While he was still talking, I pulled down  my jeans which were now stained with my precum. “It’s still in development but they haven’t found any side effects except that it lasts too long. A quick spray for an hour, a second of it for a day, 2 seconds is usually a year but after 4 seconds it’s usually permanent, always permanent after 5 seconds. It’s usually mixed with water because it’s so-“

He was cut off by the sound of me spraying my dick. Continuously. Over every speck of my dick, some even inside my urethra and on my balls. This lasted over 20 seconds, until the can was empty and my dick was dripping wet. I started to massage the liquid into my dick, unable to feel any pleasure at all. It started to burn, so I took that as a good sign that it was definitely permanent.

Doug’s jaw was wide open in awe, and even after I’d finished spraying he was totally out of words for several seconds. Eventually, he spoke, exasperated. “You... you realise there’s no reversing that, right?”

“I was kind of hoping so, yeah.”
“That’s a whole new level of stupid, what were you thinking‽”
“Well, have you ever heard of pleasure denial?”
“Yeah, where you can’t cum, but-“
“No, that’s orgasm denial. Orgasm denial is about not getting to cum, but pleasure denial is about not getting any pleasure”
“Like, any? Even getting fucked can give pleasure, would you want to cut out anal too?”
“Well no. ...just the pleasure part of it”
“Leaving just... pain?”
“Y-yeah”, I said, punctuated with a blush and a slight horny hip thrust
He paused, but his exasperated expressions slowly started to fade into a sly smile. “I can tell that you’re going to be some fun to play with”.

I would have cum right there being so horny, but I would never have another orgasm again. At least, not a normal one, whatever that meant. Even if I were to cum, I doubt that I’d ever feel the pleasure or relief of an orgasm again. I didn’t even cum before applying it. In fact, I’d been saving up for a few weeks to make the next one more impressive! I’ll never know what that could have felt like, and that thought made me so damn horny that I knew I made the right decision.